Blog has moved!

New posts as of 2010 have moved to the new address. Please update your links and blogroll.

Friday, April 2, 2010

Burning River 100 Mile Endurance Run... Hello, old friend.

Yetserday I made the plunge... I registered for the Burning River 100 Mile Endurance Run held on July 31st-August 1st in NE Ohio. I have a history with this race. It was my first attempt at a 100 miler. It was also my first and only DNF.

In 2008, I thought I was ready to make the jump from 50 milers to a 100. I read everything I could find. I obsessively planned every possible detail. I knew I was ready. I even think I may have been a bit cocky. Then the hills, trails, and roads of Northeast Ohio chewed me up and spit me out.

If failure is the best teacher, I learned a lot of lessons in the twenty hours I spent slogging through the suburban Cleveland Metro Parks. The single most important lesson I learned- respect the distance.

Burning River was the single most humbling experience of my life. It was the first time I was confronted with the fact that I could not simply will myself to do something. There was a point where I would give up. I found my breaking point, and it was somewhere in the darkness around Boston Store. I was physically exhausted. Every part of my body screamed in agony. I blogged about it prior to my second 100 mile attempt. The only thing that kept me moving was the realization that I was the last person on the course, and I had no idea if I were even on the course. My thoughts went from "I can do this!" to "What will I have to do to get out of this race?" I seriously considered diving on some rocks to guarantee the aid station volunteers would pull me from the course.

I made a lot of mistakes that day. Luckily, I was able to learn and evolve. I finished my next 100 mile race about a year later.

Now I get to return. I will get an opportunity at redemption. Other runners have told me you never forget the DNF point. It's akin to the classically-conditioned response of driving past the scene of a car accident you were involved in. Every time you pass that exact point, you are filled with dread. That fact alone scares me.

I am giddy with the anticipation of revisiting this race. I am also filled with apprehension. The last time we met, I went home on the losing end. This is the race that stripped me of the innocence of ignorance that leads us to believe we can accomplish anything. This is the race that beat me into submission. With better training and preparation mixed with a humble respect for this course, I'll begin preparing to reclaim a little bit of what I lost out there in the darkness.

In January I ran the Goofy Challenge at Disney World. I ran the half and all was well till I broke my big toe on the bus right after. I ran the marathon the next day and finished but it was demoralizing as much as it was pride building. I signed up to do it again next year so I understand where you are coming from. You're a different runner now and I cant see you losing to the course again.

Search This Blog

"Perhaps the genius of ultra running is its supreme lack of utility. It makes no sense in a world of space ships and supercomputers to run vast distances on foot. There is no money in it and no fame, frequently not even the approval of peers. But as poets, apostles and philosophers have insisted from the dawn of time, there is more to life than logic and common sense. The ultra runners know this instinctively. And they know something else that is lost on the sedentary. They understand, perhaps better than anyone, that the doors to the spirit will swing open with physical effort. In running such long and taxing distances they answer a call from the deepest realms of their being -- a call that asks who they are."-- David Blaikie, Ultramarathon Canada